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And flammable fumes.
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Countdown
For each goal, there
Is an end, a point where we
Verify our success (or not) and
Enter the path to the next
Memory
People blur:
Words and deeds,
Sights and sounds,
All scrambled –
Mixed together
Expressionist,
Impressionist:
The mind is an artist
Shaping and reshaping
What was (thoughts,
Emotions, actions)
Into an idea,
A feeling:
Not opinion or fact
But somehow
Both
Until Later
A gentle regret
An eager look forward –
Both cast aside,
For yesterday and tomorrow
Must pale in the hard grip
Of now
A Dance of Rain
A light mist, like tapping feet,
Dances across the glowing glass
And over flowers in airy leaps,
Scattering sunbeams and brightening,
Deepening colors in a gentle beat
Of glittering lights, vibrant, serene –
All over the endless shades of green
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